Chapter 8
Perrin had nodded her head ‘yes’ until the pain became too much as Cassidy had lectured her last night all the way back to the ferry. As its engines started, adding to her pounding headache, Cassidy’s voice had become shrill.
Do you want to die?
She’d finally told Cassidy the truth to shut her up, that she’d never expected to live to eighteen in the first place. All that had done was make her best friend incredibly sad. Real smooth, Perrin.
Then Cassidy had overcompensated by setting an alarm to wake Perrin every hour to make sure she hadn’t slipped into a concussion coma.
As to the punch and the sore head, neither was new territory. It didn’t really matter anyway, the old guy only had a hundred bucks in the till. That Mr. Nameless had taken her half-share sucked, but it was
